CuckQuean - Sera Ryder

Manda has scrubbed toilets all day for a twenty-year-old brat who now signs her checks. She gets home thinking she can breathe, but Sera shows up with that little smirk and orders dinner like she owns the place. When Manda’s husband reaches for Sera’s coat, the girl snatches Manda’s best one off its hanger and drops it on the floor without a word. Dinner simmers on the stove. By the time Manda steps back into the living room, Sera is straddling her husband, stroking him through his jeans. The girl laughs, points at a speck of nothing on the carpet, and yanks Manda down by the hair until her face is pressed to the floor. Feet land on Manda’s back—bare, warm, heavy—while Sera leans forward and takes that cock in her mouth, slurping loud enough for the neighbors to hear. Manda’s tongue works the rug while they mock her, voices thick with spit and laughter. Then Sera strips, climbs on, and rides him right there on the couch, tits bouncing, eyes locked on Manda the whole time. Manda’s husband groans that he loves her, tells her to move in, tells Manda to keep the spare room. Manda stays on the floor, face burning, knowing the new girl has already taken everything worth taking.